AddiLynn's P.O.V

I woke up to the shooting pain everywhere in my body. My head felt to heavy to pick up, so I stayed on the ground. Praying I wasn't still under attack, I started to whimper at pain. My worst fears were proven reality as his foot slammed into my stomach. Coughing, I felt the blood sprinkling out of my mouth. "STOP!" I spit out along with the taste of my own blood. Oh, no.

I felt his hands grasping my shoulder blades and I got lifted from the floor. "Shit! You're so god damn fat bitch!" he growled. Whimpering in pain, I pleaded with Dallas "Please!" Watching my blood spit out of my mouth as I cried. I was watching my own horror story. No, I wasn't watching, I was dying.

He threw me up against my glass stained window and shattered it. Cuts all over me, he threw me back onto the floor. On my way down, I hit my eye on the corner of my kitchen counter. I couldn't see, it swelled shut. Kicking me again, I watched as he went thorough my kitchen cabinets.

Fuck. Salt. He's getting salt.

I closed my eyes and screamed in agony as he poured the salt all over me and into my wounds. Laying in my own pile of blood, and salt in my other eye, I went blind. And that's when he just cut to the chance. As if I hadn't been through enough already.

My pants, gone.

I whimpered and started kicking everywhere, I couldn't see, it was my only defense. He punched me in the mouth and I'm surprised I didn't lose a tooth. Crying, screaming, pleading in agony. Pain staking agony.

My underwear, gone.

Heart racing and pride already taken away, I still fought to the end. Exhausted, not being able to see, I gave up.

This, is my living nightmare.

Does your pain weigh out your pride, too?

I felt him glide into me, thrusting over and over. Crying and shaking, alone and afraid, I whimpered as he relieved himself into me, and complained that I was to tight.

Moments later, he picked me up again. "You know the rules princess, speak and you're dead!" With all his force for his final act, he threw me back into the pile of blood, shattered glass, and salt.

Or should I say, pain, my shattered heart, and agony.

Still in agony, and now sore in between my thighs, as soon as I knew it was safe, I crawled to my bathroom sobbing. Not being able to see, I hurt myself more. I played hell getting the water on, but I did and climbed in the shower and washed out my eye. I could see, I looked down to see the red water going down the drain. I cried even more, this time, relief.

Notes

:0 ouch...